Mystery Makes Me Strong

As he told Wang Wenwen, Wen Rensheng would not do it himself. After all, he could use the power of the Inspection Division, so why not use it?

Only the Inspectorate Department handles this matter most appropriately.

And he can train mysterious skills while waiting for the results of the investigation.

When the results of the investigation come out, perhaps without him moving a finger, the task will be completed automatically.

This is how many mysterious incidents have been solved in the past.

Therefore, when the time came to Saturday and there was no news, Wen Rensheng was still in no hurry.

He ate his breakfast leisurely and comfortably.

Zhao Han's cooking level has skyrocketed. This is all taught by De Ge, and "transcendent memory" is not taught for nothing.

It's just that some people are different.

Wu Liansong didn't bother to eat breakfast, so he said to Wu Shanshan: "Shanshan, I bought two tickets for you to go to the 'Forest House'. I didn't expect these tickets to be difficult to buy, so I managed to get someone to get them. Still the top two."

As he said that, he took out two green and red attraction tickets and placed them on the dining table.

Wu Shanshan's eyes lit up, she took two tickets, said "thank you", and stuffed one ticket into Wen Rensheng's hands as a matter of course.

"You should be fine today, right? You didn't go last time." She stared at Wen Rensheng and said.

Wen Rensheng had no choice but to look at Old Wu in the grudge, nodded and said, "It's alright."

Zhao Han took everything into her eyes, and she quietly put a peeled boiled egg in Teacher Wu's bowl.

"No wonder they all say that other people's children are good..." Wu Liansong muttered softly, and then under Wu Shanshan's deep eyes, he silently stuffed the egg into his mouth.

At this time, he wanted to understand why Wen Rensheng specially recommended this place before. It turned out to be a routine for himself.

Thinking of this, he glared at Wen Rensheng fiercely, biting the egg, like biting the other's dog's head.

Who are you really working hard for?

After breakfast, everyone went to work.

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More than an hour later, Wen Rensheng and Wu Shanshan drove to the west of Dongshui City.

There is a large forest reserve in the west of the city, known as the "Lung of the East Water City".

Some peripheral areas have been approved to be developed into tourist attractions, and the proceeds will be used to maintain the protected area. After all, fire prevention and pest control... require a lot of investment.

The "Forest House" is one of the famous attractions, attracting a large number of curiosity hunters from all over the country every year.

It's just that many people are dissatisfied that this attraction is only open once a week, and only dozens of tickets are sold each time, and the ticket prices are extremely high.

Some people have denounced it many times, hoping that small profits but quick turnover will benefit everyone, but the management just refuses to accept it and does not explain the reasons.

Outside this forest reserve, an unnamed river winds its way around and finally joins the Dongshui River.

There are some villages scattered on both sides of the unnamed small river. The villagers often have farmhouses, mainly serving tourists in the city.

And people from other places rarely live in the farmhouses here. After all, this is not a local specialty. It is available in other places. Everyone who travels thousands of miles must come to see the unique scenery of Dongshui City.

The last time Zhao Han was in danger, it was in a nearby village.

Of course, the same danger could not have happened to Wen Rensheng and the two of them.

The two were standing outside the "Forest House" at this time, queuing up for the opening of the attraction.

Because there are very few tickets, there are not many people in line. There are only 100 people, and the two of them line up at the front of the line according to the number on the ticket.

Wen Rensheng glanced at the surrounding scene, there was a sparse maple forest nearby. Between the flaming maple trees, is a long wooden corridor through the maple forest.

The sights look simple from the outside.

The wooden corridor is filled with thick fog, and every other corridor, there is a wooden house the size of an ordinary person, which extends into the depths of the woods with no end in sight.

Outside the corridor, the weather is sunny and sunny.

At this time, in the queue waiting for the ticket check to enter, someone looked at the scene in front and whispered.

"It seems that it's a bit magical here. It's foggy in the corridor, but it's sunny outside. It shouldn't be a loss for this trip." A man in a white shirt said to his companion beside him.

His companion, a man in a red jacket nodded and said, "Yes, a ticket costs 6,000 yuan, which is quite expensive, comparable to a big-name star's concert. If it weren't for the filial piety of two boys, we wouldn't spend it. This is a waste of money. If you dare to pit me here, I will not smash the ticket check point."

"Haha, can't it be some fog machine in operation? The Internet said that strange things happened here a long time ago, anyway, I don't believe it. If there are really strange things, how dare you develop it into a scenic spot?" Someone retorted.

The man in the white shirt and the man in the red coat looked at each other when they heard someone refuting them, and glared at the man fiercely.

"Who are you? Did you not take medicine today, how did you talk to us?"

"Yes, since you are so good at raising the bar, it happens that there are few people on our construction site. Come to work with us on Monday."

The person who refuted it was cowardly, hiding in the team and didn't dare to say anything, and no one knew who's details.

The man in the white shirt and the red jacket scolded each other and continued to express his opinions without anyone else.

More than ten minutes later, it was already 9:00 in the morning, and the ticket gate in the corridor finally opened, allowing everyone to line up to enter.

Wen Rensheng had heard of the name "Forest House" before, but he didn't have the time to go.

The two were at the front of the line, and as soon as the ticket gates opened, it was his and Wu Shanshan's turn to check the tickets first.

The people in the back, many people are watching the two of them with envy in their eyes.

What a handsome couple.

The man in the white shirt swept over the two of them and pretended to have no intention of saying, "I heard it's scary here."

"Yeah, if it's a man, you can find out if you walk here." The man in the red coat responded.

Wen Rensheng was indifferent, but Wu Shanshan's eyes turned cold.

The two men only felt a little cold, and they were a little surprised. They thought it was because they wore less clothes in autumn and didn't care.

Wen Rensheng handed the ticket to the ticket inspector.

The ticket inspector was an aunt in her thirties. With the help of the ticket inspection, she looked him up and down fiercely, and it was almost printed in her eyes.

It was not until Wu Shanshan urged him twice that the other party tore off half of the two tickets and handed them back.

The two walked into the wooden corridor and immersed in the mist~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I heard that this place was a mysterious disaster a hundred years ago. open. "Wu Shanshan takes his arm, never leaving.

Wen Rensheng sensed it, nodded and said, "There is still a trace of remnants, and it will take a hundred years for it to be completely exhausted. The management of the scenic spot has economic savvy, relying on this little bit of magic, and adding some toys, it will be enough. Make big money."

"Is this a 'mysterious economy'? I heard that it is a popular concept in the last ten years." Wu Shanshan stretches out his hand to grab a cloud of mist, kneads it into various shapes in his hand, and throws it behind.

"Mystery economy?"

Wen Rensheng couldn't help thinking of the game fantasy that he had just experienced, that is the truly powerful mysterious economy.

It's just that it has gone too far. The purpose of the developers behind the scenes is neither to make money nor to serve the public.

In contrast, such mysterious attractions, which are opened regularly and only used by a small number of high-end consumers, have been verified for a long time and are harmless to ordinary people, but are more suitable as a model for the "mysterious economy".